MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC67 Allow Me To Give You A Parting Gift
"You think you can escape?" Zheng Huang sneered, his voice filled with contempt as he pursued Feng Fan.
He kicked the ground and sprung into motion, chasing after Feng Fan.
Now that Zheng Huang had broken through to the Foundation Establishment realm, Feng Fan's speed was no match for his.
Before Feng Fan could disappear into the fog, Zheng Huang had already closed the gap between them.
"Thunder Hawk Punch!"
A powerful, illusory hawk appeared behind Zheng Huang—no longer faint, but a vivid, striking image. The air crackled with energy as the hawk spread its wings, radiating an oppressive aura.
Feng Fan felt the overwhelming danger creeping up on him. His instincts screamed at him to act.
Gripping the Suppression Relic tightly with both hands, he turned around and raised it just in time to meet Zheng Huang's ferocious punch head-on.
The force of the collision caused Feng Fan's hands to buckle, driving the impact straight into his chest. Zheng Huang's powerful punch struck him like a truck, nearly shattering his ribs.
Feng Fan spat out blood as his body was flung toward the edge of the fog.
Despite his battered state, a mocking smile played on his lips.
'Idiot,' he thought.
Feng Fan's battered body tumbled across the ground, finally coming to a stop near the pond.
Ignoring his injuries, he quickly pushed himself up, channeling his cultivation technique to calm the turbulent spiritual qi raging within him.
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A present Zheng Huang's left inside his body.
To his surprise, as his own qi worked to suppress Zheng Huang's lingering energy, he noticed something unusual.
His qi wasn't just neutralizing Zheng Huang's—it was absorbing it, strengthening his own cultivation!
He could feel the barrier between the 5th and 6th stages loosening.
'What the hell? I thought my days of masochism ended after remodeling my body…' he mused.
The sound of Feng Fan's crash made his location clear, even through the fog. Zheng Huang didn't hesitate and dashed forward.
But before Zheng Huang could close the gap, Feng Fan jumped backward and activated a freezing array beneath him, targeting the pond.
Ice spread rapidly across the water's surface, turning it into a slick, treacherous sheet.
As Zheng Huang charged into the area, he lost his footing, slipping on the ice and flailing to regain his balance.
"Fucking bastard and your dirty tricks!" he roared, his voice full of frustration. "Do you ever fight fair?!"
Feng Fan smirked but remained silent. Speaking now would only reveal his location, and that was the last thing he wanted.
He landed lightly atop the frozen pond and began to move stealthily away from Zheng Huang.
The fog shrouded his movements, making it nearly impossible for Zheng Huang to track him.
Frustration etched across Zheng Huang's face as he scanned his surroundings, but the fog was impenetrable, and time was running out.
The heavenly laws continued to close in, leaving him with mere seconds before the pocket dimension expelled him.
"Damn it, you bastard! I'll remember this! If I ever see you again, I swear I'll kill you!" Zheng Huang shouted, his voice filled with fury and humiliation.
From the mist, a calm voice echoed. "Before you leave, allow me to give you a parting gift!"
The words came from directly behind Zheng Huang.
"Wh—!"
Before he could turn or react, an unbearable pain erupted through him, his body trembling as a searing pain spread across his anus.
Snake Entering the Cave!
Even with Zheng Huang's powerful cultivation, the moment he let Feng Fan's land, it was impossible for him to defend.
After all, this was a primordial chaos technique, the highest tier in existence!
Zheng Huang was thrown forward as the heavenly laws forcibly teleported him out of the pocket dimension.
—
Outside the pocket dimension, the elders were waiting patiently for the month to pass and for the participants to return.
Suddenly, Zheng Huang appeared, soaring through the air before landing on the ground.
His face once again flirting with the soil, and his butt embarrassingly raised for all to see.
Feng Fan's last attack had completely shredded the fabric around Zheng Huang's rear, leaving it exposed to nature.
The sight left the elders stunned.
'What the hell is this?' They all thought in unison, their faces a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
Some couldn't contain themselves and laughed humbly.
Shi Fan, recognizing Zheng Huang immediately, frowned deeply. His expression turned dark as he barked.
"Zheng Huang, what the hell happened? Why are you already out of the pocket dimension?"
Zheng Huang didn't respond right away. Instead, he was entirely focused on purging Feng Fan's spiritual qi wreaking havoc in his lower body.
Unfortunately for him, Feng Fan's attack, faintly infused with Dao laws, was impossible for Zheng Huang to dispel. Every attempt only made the pain worse.
His face contorted in agony.
His hemorrhoids were guaranteed for the next two weeks!
Shi Fan observed Zheng Huang closely and quickly realized he had broken through to the Foundation Establishment realm, which explained his premature ejection from the pocket dimension.
What didn't add up was why Zheng Huang was in such a pitiful state. His battered body and the sheer humiliation painted a picture that made no sense to the elder.
Before Shi Fan could ask Zheng Huang further about what had left him in such a pitiful state, Zheng Huang, still sprawled on the ground, let out a thunderous scream.
"FENG FAN! ONE DAY, I'LL KILL YOU!"
Everyone present was stunned.
How could someone at the 3rd Qi Gathering Realm reduce a 1st Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator to such a miserable state?
Even if he had managed to advance a few minor stages within the pocket dimension, to a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Qi Gathering practitioners were nothing more than ants to be crushed!
Shi Fan's expression grew darker with each passing second. He knew the bet was already lost.
But it wasn't the loss of the weapon that bothered him, it was the humiliation!
'That kid... no matter what, he must be killed!' He thought.
This decision wasn't driven by humiliation, but by the conviction that a disciple from the White Crow Sect like him couldn't be allowed to live.
'At least half of the people inside the pocket dimension would have tried to kill him for the weapon I offered. He was only at the 3rd Qi Gathering realm when he entered, yet he still managed to defeat Zheng Huang after Zheng Huang had broken through to the Foundation Establishment realm... This kid is simply too dangerous...'
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After dealing with Zheng Huang, Feng Fan deactivated the arrays and began lightening everyone's burden.
As he took their possessions from their agonizing bodies, he couldn't help but complain internally. Your next journey awaits at empire
'Dammit, these guys are so poor…'
"Please, work harder next time, everyone. How am I supposed to get rich if you're all this broke?" he said, rubbing salt into their wounds.
'Be grateful. I'm a good thief. I'll at least leave you all your underwear.'
Feng Fan's grin widened when he saw two guys writhing close to each other.
"Ah, so you two were here too. I didn't recognize you inside the fog. Let me give you a little reward for our last encounter!"
These were the spearman and the sickle-wielding man with a sun emblem on their robes.
"N-No, please. We don't need any reward," the sickle-wielding guy tried to protest, but Feng Fan turned a deaf ear to him.
"I don't like to take people's clothes, but be thankful. I'll make an exception today for you two, my friends!"
Before they could protest, Feng Fan summoned his trusty brick and knocked both of them out with precise strikes to their heads.
Once they were unconscious, he stripped them of their clothes—yes, including their underwear—and used the garments to tie them upside-down to a tree branch.
Slap! Slap!
A couple of well-placed slaps brought them back to consciousness in no time.
"Ugh..." they groaned, disoriented.
"Alright, gentlemen, here's the deal," Feng Fan began with a grin. "You're going to stay like that for the rest of the day. If you do, I'll let you go. But if I find out you left early..."
He trailed off, letting the unspoken threat hang ominously in the air. "Don't make me explain the consequences!"
"O-Okay, we promise not to leave," the spearman stammered, his face pale.
Slap!
Feng Fan struck him again.
"W-Why?!" the spearman cried, bewildered.
"You don't want me to explain the consequences? That's awfully arrogant of you!" Feng Fan replied, feigning an expression of righteous fury as though deeply offended.
"I-I'm sorry!" stammered the spearman.
'What the hell is wrong with this guy's head?' he thought.
Slap! Slap!
"I was about to tell you the consequences! Why did you interrupt me by apologizing?" Feng Fan barked, glaring.
"Don't interrupt me!"
The spearman felt utterly wronged but didn't dare to protest. He nodded meekly instead, swallowing his frustration.
The sickle-wielding man, hanging beside his companion, watched the bizarre scene unfold with growing dread. His eyes widened in sheer horror.
'This guy is absolutely insane!' he thought.
Slap!
Before he could utter a word, Feng Fan's palm connected with his face. His cheek burned from the impact, but having just witnessed what happened to his friend, he chose to remain silent.
Slap!
Another strike landed on his other cheek. He stayed quiet, lips trembling, refusing to make a sound.
Slap!
Every two seconds, another stinging slap struck his face. The hits came rhythmically, like clockwork. After enduring what felt like an eternity of abuse, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer.
His voice cracked as he forced out a question, despite the pain.
"W-W-Why?" His swollen lips barely managed to form the word.
Feng Fan smirked, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "I'm slapping you silly, and you didn't even bother to ask why. What kind of idiot just takes a beating without asking a single question? Your stupidity infuriated me so much I had to keep slapping you!"
'YOU PSYCHOTIC BASTARD!' the sickle-wielding man screamed internally, his face a mix of pain and anger.
Feng Fan crossed his arms, his tone suddenly cold. "Alright, now for the consequences. If either of you leaves this spot before the day is over, I'll hunt you both down and kill you. Understand?"
Both men nodded frantically, their exposed bodies trembling as the cold wind gnawed at their most sensitive areas.
Satisfied with the results, Feng Fan was about to leave to search for Huang Xue and Xue Qiang. Before he could take a step, they appeared beside him.
Huang Xue gave him a strange look, her expression caught somewhere between confusion and disbelief. "I… I didn't know you were into that."
Her words made a vein throb visibly on Feng Fan's forehead.
"What nonsense are you spouting, you crazy girl?!" he snapped, glaring at her. "I was just repaying them for a favor. Let's go, we still have two weeks left here. We should at least be able to break through another small realm."
He turned with a huff, leaving Xue Qiang stifling a laugh behind him.
Huang Xue looked at him as if she had been wronged, but followed him nonetheless.
Time moved steadily within the pocket dimension, and no one dared to challenge members of the White Crow Sect anymore. Whenever they set their sights on a treasure, the competition would simply back away without protest.
During this time, Huang Xue and Xue Qiang successfully advanced to the 8th Qi Gathering realm, while Feng Fan advanced to the 6th Qi Gathering and Body Forging realm.
At the end of the two-week period, the pocket dimension closed, and everyone inside was finally expelled back to the outside world.
As soon as they exited, Feng Fan grumbled, "This is so unfair! You two managed to break through two small realms, and I only advanced by one!"
Xue Qiang chuckled softly, while Huang Xue chose to ignore Feng Fan's complaints.
Elder Peng watched as the three emerged safely from the pocket dimension, letting out a sigh of relief. Despite the confidence inspired by the news of what had happened to Zheng Huang, he was still somewhat worried.
"You three have done well! You've improved so much in just one month!" he said warmly, a proud smile spreading across his face as he walked toward them.
Feng Fan smiled politely at Elder Peng but quickly shifted his gaze to Shi Fan.
'Half of them are gone… What a disaster,' Shi Fan thought grimly as he scanned the group, realizing that four of the eight disciples he had brought into the pocket dimension hadn't made it out.
Feng Fan, hearing Shi Fan's thoughts, chuckled inwardly. 'Heh, be thankful I didn't kill them all.'
Shi Fan's expression darkened further as his thoughts turned sinister. 'This is that little bastard's fault. Once he leaves for the White Crow Sect, I'll kill him!'
Feng Fan's eyes widened in alarm as the malicious intent reached him. 'Damn it, this old dog isn't playing by the rules!'
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Shi Fan noticed Feng Fan staring at him and approached, forcing a smile onto his face.
"Good, good, good! The White Crow Sect truly is full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons."
Feng Fan, already aware of the old man's murderous intentions, didn't bother being polite.
"Indeed, quite unlike your Blue Dragon Sect, which seems more like a pasture for lambs and rabbits. Now, hand over my spear, or are you planning to deny the bet in front of all these witnesses? Not that I'd be surprised. Old bastards like you don't care about their reputation anymore, do they?"
A vein throbbed visibly on Shi Fan's forehead as he clenched his jaw. Without a word, he retrieved the spear from his space ring and tossed it toward Feng Fan.
He didn't waste time with any parting remarks.
He turned around and motioned for the Blue Dragon and Blue Wyvern disciples to follow him. The month had been humiliating enough, and staying any longer would only deepen the disgrace.
Before leaving, Zheng Huang shot a furious glare at Feng Fan. His desire to attack and kill him was written all over his face, but he didn't dare to act.
If he made a move, Elder Peng would have all the justification needed to take his life.
Feng Fan met Zheng Huang's glare and didn't need to read his mind to know what he was thinking.
With a smug grin, he mockingly said, "Hello, little lamb. How's your butt?"
Zheng Huang's eyes widened with rage, his fists trembling, but before he could lose control, Shi Fan placed a firm hand on his shoulder, holding him back.
"Let's go," Shi Fan ordered curtly.
Feng Fan watched them leave, his grin widening into a satisfied expression.
Once Shi Fan and company had left, Feng Fan turned around, holding his newly acquired spear with a satisfied grin.
"Hey, Qinqin, this is for you. Consider it a gift for always having my back," he said warmly, extending the spear to her.
Xue Qiang hesitated for a moment, then accepted it with a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "Thanks, Fanfan," she replied softly.
Standing nearby, Huang Xue maintained her usual aloof demeanor, but deep down, a twinge of jealousy flickered in her heart.
"You, lad, really have a knack for getting under people's skin…" Elder Peng said, standing nearby with a wry smile.
Feng Fan coughed lightly and replied, "Elder Peng, they practically begged for a beating. Since they asked so nicely, how could I refuse?"
Elder Peng burst into hearty laughter. "Fair enough! Alright, let's head back to the White Crow Sect. This expedition can be considered a success. I'm sure Elder Jiang and the Sect Master will be quite pleased with the results."
"Elder Peng, shouldn't we be worried about Shi Fan attacking us on the way back? He's stronger than you, isn't he?" Feng Fan asked, trying to subtly remind Elder Peng of the potential danger.
Even though there was truth in the statement, Elder Peng couldn't help but feel slightly offended.
"You brat. Don't worry. There's a reason why the older generation doesn't interfere in the battles of the younger ones, even if people die," he explained with a faint smirk.
"Oh? And what's that reason?" Feng Fan asked, his curiosity piqued.
Elder Peng paused, considering his response before finally speaking. "It's still too early for you to understand the full details. Just know this: the Qian Empire is only a small entity in the grand Black Turtle Continent. There are powers far above us who wish to nurture talent, and if the older generation started killing off the young geniuses, it would go against their goals."
Hearing this, Feng Fan inwardly sighed, his thoughts drifting to the typical xianxia trope.
'Of course… I'm in the weakest sect, in the weakest kingdom, on the weakest continent… How cliché.'
'Still, there's something very wrong with Elder Peng's thought process,' Feng Fan mused.
"Elder Peng, isn't that logic only valid if someone actually finds out he killed us?" Feng Fan asked, a hint of concern in his voice. "What if he kills us and no one ever knows? And even if they do, won't we already be dead by then?"
Elder Peng sighed. "You're overthinking things. I've been an elder for over five hundred years, and I've never seen a Spirit Severing cultivator go out of their way to kill someone in the Qi Gathering realm. Even if Shi Fan tried, don't underestimate my little bird. While she's still a tier 4 demon beast, equivalent to a Nascent Soul cultivator in strength, when it comes to pure speed, she's faster than most Spirit Severing realm cultivators."
"If he really manages to kill us, then I can only say I've lived my life in vain!" Elder Peng continued with a hint of pride. Stay updated through empire
Feng Fan sighed inwardly. 'Elder Peng is a good person, but he's far too naive. No wonder the White Crow Sect has fallen so low.'
'So be it. If that old dog really shows up, I still have a trump card…'
Feng Fan sighed and gave up trying to convince Elder Peng.
With a sharp whistle, Elder Peng summoned the same bluebird that had carried them to Cloudveil City.
The majestic creature descended gracefully. Elder Peng gently stroked the bird's head, earning a pleased chirp before motioning for everyone to climb onto its back.
Once they were securely seated, the bluebird spread its powerful wings, lifting off and carrying them away from the pocket dimension's entrance, heading toward the White Crow Sect.
—
A golden-haired man wearing the White Crow Sect's emblem stood before a massive rock in the Void Forest's outskirts. In his hand, he held an ancient, weathered map.
"Feng Fan, once I claim this immortal inheritance, Xue Qiang will be mine!" he declared confidently before charging toward the rock and vanishing into its surface.
Hours later, the same man reemerged, but his expression had completely changed. His face twisted into an unsettling grin, his eyes radiating malice.
"So, his name is Feng Fan, huh? Perfect. I, the Heavenly Demon Monarch, shall claim your body!"
A sinister, echoing laugh erupted from his lips, chilling the air around him.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC70 Don't Waste Time Talking, Just Kill Them
Because Feng Fan was concerned about a potential attack from Shi Fan, he activated his spiritual qi vision as they set off toward the White Crow Sect grounds.
At first, everything seemed normal, but just a few minutes into their journey, Feng Fan noticed an unusual, scattered mass of spiritual qi ahead.
"Elder Peng, something's wrong up ahead! Tell the bluebird to take a detour," he warned urgently.
"Hm? What do you mean?" Elder Peng asked, confused.
Before Feng Fan could explain further, the delay had already cost them.
The bluebird passed through the strange spiritual qi mass, and its eyelids began to droop. Its movements slowed until, moments later, it started descending toward the ground.
"Sleeping Beast Powder!" Elder Peng shouted, his expression turning grim as he realized they had fallen into a trap.
A malicious laugh echoed nearby.
"Hahaha! Little bastard, you weren't expecting this, were you? Today, you'll die!"
Feng Fan turned toward the source of the voice and saw Shi Fan floating in the air, a wide grin plastered on his face.
Feng Fan gave him a strange look and said casually, "If I told you I was expecting this, would you believe me and just go away?"
Before Shi Fan could respond, Elder Peng stepped forward, his voice stern. "Shi Fan, what do you think you're doing? Do you understand the consequences of killing us here?"
Feng Fan and Shi Fan both glanced at Elder Peng as if he were an idiot. 'What's the point of asking that?'
Shi Fan, like a textbook third-rate villain, threw his head back and laughed even harder.
"Consequences? Hah! Those only exist if someone discovers I killed you. But out here, in the middle of nowhere, who's going to witness your deaths?"
Elder Peng's expression darkened with regret. 'Feng Fan warned me. A kid barely twenty years old saw through this scheme, but I didn't… How could I have been so foolish?'
"Kids, run!" Elder Peng said, his voice firm and resolute as he activated his cultivation technique. "I'll hold him off for as long as I can!"
"You think you can stop me with your puny cultivation?" Shi Fan sneered, his voice dripping with disdain as he circulated his technique.
With a casual wave of his hand, an overwhelming surge of spiritual qi, far greater than anything Feng Fan had ever seen, crashed into Elder Peng before he could react.
Elder Peng was sent flying into a nearby tree, blood spilling from his mouth.
'Good people really do suffer… Too bad for this Shi Fan, I'm not a good person,' Feng Fan thought.
Xue Qiang and Huang Xue immediately moved in front of him, their faces pale but determined.
"Fanfan, run!"
"Feng Fan, go!"
Seeing them step up to protect him, Feng Fan's heart warmed.
"You girls…" He started, but before he could say more, a mocking laugh interrupted him.
"Hahaha! How touching!" Shi Fan jeered, his grin sinister. "Fine, the three of you can go to hell together!"
Shi Fan moved his hand, summoning a huge mass of spiritual qi to obliterate their puny existence.
In the face of this overwhelming power, Huang Xue and Xue Qiang felt like helpless pigs in a slaughterhouse, powerless to stop their impending death.
Meanwhile, Feng Fan calmly circulated his technique, effortlessly suppressing the pressure around him.
"Under and above the heavens, there is nothing I cannot suppress!"
Feng Fan wasn't idle. His trusty brick was already in his grasp even before Shi Fan attacked.
Feng Fan's consciousness plunged into the Suppression Relic.
He touched upon the heavenly lightning stored within and unleashed it all at once, pouring every ounce of its power outward.
He didn't dare to hold back anything, in fear it wouldn't be enough to kill Shi Fan.
Shi Fan pushed the massive surge of spiritual qi toward Feng Fan, but the moment the heavenly lightning appeared, his body froze. It was as if an invisible force had bound him in place, leaving him powerless to move.
The heavenly lightning obliterated Shi Fan's attack effortlessly and continued on its way toward him with unstoppable force.
He couldn't move. He couldn't block.
It was as though he were nothing more than an ant, about to be crushed under a child's foot.
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Those were his final words before the lightning struck. His body was obliterated instantly, evaporating into nothing. Not even ashes remained.
"Shi Fan, when you get to hell, remember this—next time you try to kill someone, don't waste time talking. Just kill them!" He muttered.
Feng Fan stared at the spot where Shi Fan had been moments ago and sighed in disappointment. "Damn it, the lightning even destroyed his space ring… His wealth was probably worth more than everything I got on this trip combined."
Both Huang Xue and Xue Qiang stood frozen, stupefied expressions plastered across their faces.
They clearly had no idea what had just happened, making their earlier attempt to protect Feng Fan look almost comical.
Meanwhile, Feng Fan casually placed his trusty brick back into his space ring and walked over to Elder Peng, who was still unconscious. Kneeling down, he lightly tapped the elder's cheek.
"Hey there, sleeping beauty. Time to wake up."
"Ugh…" Elder Peng groaned as his eyes fluttered open. The first thing he saw was Feng Fan's grinning face.
"Y-You're alive?"
"Why wouldn't I be? Do you want me dead?" Feng Fan asked with mock anger.
Elder Peng blinked in confusion and quickly looked around, trying to make sense of the situation.
"What happened? Where's Shi Fan?"
Before Feng Fan could come up with an excuse, Elder Peng waved his hand dismissively.
"Don't bother. I know whatever you say will be a lie anyway," he muttered, shaking his head. Then, with a sigh, he added, "I'm sorry for doubting you earlier. Thanks for saving our lives."
Feng Fan looked at him weirdly. 'Why is this guy smart when he doesn't need to be? Serious…'
"Wait for a moment, kids," he said.
Elder Peng sat cross-legged on the ground, retrieved a pill from his space ring, and began cultivating to heal the internal injuries caused by Shi Fan's attack.
Once he had recovered enough, he pulled out a cauldron and some herbs. Filling the cauldron with water, he added the herbs and ignited a flame with his palm, carefully heating the mixture.
The herbs gradually dissolved as Elder Peng guided their healing properties to merge, his hands moving skillfully.
He didn't even need to glance at the cauldron, his experience spoke for itself.
Feng Fan watched for a moment before guessing that Elder Peng was making an antidote for the beast-sleeping powder that had affected the bluebird.
'This alchemy process is so boring. Why do so many protagonists enjoy this?' Feng Fan thought with a sigh.
Choosing to ignore Elder Peng, he sat down cross-legged and used the time to cultivate.
Roughly one or two hours later, Elder Peng finally finished the antidote. He carefully approached the bluebird and fed it the concoction.
Moments later, the creature jolted awake, its wings stirring the air with majestic force.
"Let's go, kids," Elder Peng said.
They climbed back onto the bluebird, and once again, they soared into the sky, leaving the forest behind.
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In a secluded chamber of the Blue Dragon Sect, a disciple was performing his routine task of inspecting the elders' soul lamps.
Each soul lamp burned brightly as long as its corresponding elder was alive; if extinguished, it signaled their death and could be used to trace the location of their demise.
As the disciple's eyes landed on Shi Fan's lamp, his heart froze—the flame was gone.
His face paled, and panic surged through him.
"Notify the Sect Master immediately!" he shouted, bolting out of the chamber without hesitation.
—
After arriving at the White Crow Sect's east gate, Elder Peng helped them dismount before speaking.
"I need to speak with Elder Jiang and the Sect Master. You three can head to your quarters," he said.
Once Elder Peng left, Xue Qiang, who couldn't hold back any longer, asked, "Fanfan, what was that thing you used to kill Blue Dragon Sect's elder?"
Huang Xue also turned to him, her curiosity evident. Although she didn't ask, she too wanted to know.
"Heavenly lightning," Feng Fan replied. "Forget about it. It was a one-time use only. I can't do that again."
Seeing that he didn't want to elaborate, she didn't press further. Instead, she gave him a light kiss on the cheek before leaving.
"See you later," she said with a smile.
Feng Fan was stunned by the sudden display of affection in public.
Huang Xue watched the scene, her brows twitching slightly, but she said nothing.
After Xue Qiang left, Huang Xue glanced at Feng Fan, who still appeared somewhat stunned.
"Uh, no problem," replied Feng Fan, a little absent-minded.
Feng Fan shook his head. "Ten months to the young generation competition, I need to focus. The amount of resources I found during this trip should be enough for the next ten months… I hope."
Feng Fan returned to his room and began cultivating. In front of him, low-tier qi stones quickly lost their glow as he absorbed the spiritual qi within them.
After a day of cultivation, he finally broke through to the 7th level of both the Qi Gathering and Body Forging realms!
Although he had just improved his realm, Feng Fan was anything but happy. "Why is the spiritual qi needed to improve growing so fast?"
Before Feng Fan could complain further, a knock sounded on the door.
"Who is it?" He asked.
Feng Fan intended to deactivate the alarm array and open the door, but before he could act, the array was disabled by whoever was standing outside.
The door opened, and soon Elder Peng and another man appeared. It was a middle-aged man with short black hair, short stature, and a slim build.
"Took you long enough, lad. We've been waiting outside for over an hour while you were cultivating," Elder Peng said.
Feng Fan shot him a strange glance, a hint of discomfort crossing his face. 'Two old men watching me… That didn't sound right.'
Elder Peng noticed his expression and furrowed his brows. 'Whatever this rascal is thinking, it can't be anything good!'
Clearing his throat, Elder Peng quickly introduced the man beside him. "This is Elder Duan," he said, pointing to the other elder. "He's the best array master in the White Crow Sect. I told him about your abilities, and he decided to come see you personally."
Elder Duan stepped forward, his gaze calm and steady as he approached Feng Fan. "Hello, lad. My name is Duan Ping," he said. "Tell me about how you used arrays to steal the storage of the Huang and Wen families in Cloudveil City."
As Elder Duan began speaking with Feng Fan, Elder Peng silently left. He had done what he needed to do.
Feng Fan began explaining how he had used a combination of water-generation, heating, and cooling arrays to create a dense fog.
Truth be told, Feng Fan felt a little embarrassed.
He only knew four practical arrays. The other ones in the book he'd learned from were pretty much useless, good for nothing more than party tricks.
However, as Elder Duan listened, his eyes grew brighter and brighter with each word.
'This kid is a genius in the Array Dao! If he hadn't come to the sect from Earth just two months ago, I'd swear he'd been studying arrays since he was in his mother's womb!'
"But how did you break through the storage room's defenses and escape alive?" Elder Duan asked. "Those rooms are usually protected with lock arrays and alarm arrays."
"I tampered with the arrays," Feng Fan replied casually. "The alarm arrays were pretty easy to deactivate. The lock array took me a while since I'd never seen one before, but the second time was much easier."
Elder Duan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his mouth hanging open in shock.
"Y-You what?! You tampered with someone else's array?"
The moment Feng Fan saw his reaction, he realized he had done something most people wouldn't be able to.
'Now that I think about it, I could only tamper with them because of my spiritual qi vision,' thought Feng Fan.
"Yeah. Why?" he asked.
"Why?!" Elder Duan exclaimed.
"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to tamper with someone else's array? To tamper with an array created by a tier 1 array master, you'd need to be at least tier 2. Most people wouldn't even manage it unless they were tier 3! And you, someone who just started learning the Array Dao, managed to tamper with a tier 2 array. Don't you think that's absurd?"
Feng Fan nodded, his face showing no hint of shame.
"What can I say? I'm a genius!"
Elder Duan rolled his eyes. "Where did you learn about arrays? Was it from a manual passed down by your immortal master? That might explain it."
Feng Fan shook his head. "No, I learned it myself from this book."
He pulled out Array Basics for Dummies – A Simple Walkthrough to Master the Fundamentals of Immortal Arrays and handed it to Elder Duan.
Elder Duan stared at the book, his mouth agape and his hands trembling.
"I-I-Impossible!"
At that moment, Elder Duan no longer saw Feng Fan as a genius—he saw him as a monster!
"Is something wrong, Elder Duan?" Feng Fan asked, giving him a strange look.
Elder Duan took a deep breath to calm himself before replying, "It's nothing… but I do need to go find Elder Jiang and beat the crap out of him."
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'Who said this kid is trash?! To me, he's much better than any immortal talent at Qi Cultivation!' Elder Duan thought.
Feng Fan chuckled.
Something about Elder Duan's words piqued his curiosity, and he couldn't help but ask,
"Elder Duan, what are these tier divisions in arrays? I've noticed people also use them when talking about pills."
"When it comes to arrays, pills, or demon beasts, they're classified from Tier 1 to Tier 9, similar to the nine realms of body and qi cultivation," he explained. "Each tier is further divided into low, mid, high, and peak levels. Beyond Tier 9, they're referred to as immortal grade."
"Why are demon beasts classified like that?"
"Their cultivation path is unique," Elder Duan replied. "You could say it combines both qi and body cultivation at the same time, yet it's different from either. So, we prefer to classify them this way."
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"Oh, I see. So does that mean if I want to create tier 2 arrays, I need to break through to the Foundation Establishment realm?"
Elder Duan shook his head. "The Array and Alchemist Dao don't work like them. They are separated from Qi Cultivation. Elder Peng, for example, is a Nascent Soul realm cultivator, but he is a tier 5 alchemist."
Feng Fan nodded. "If that's the case, why are arrays and pills classified like that?"
"It's just a common convention," Elder Duan explained. "For example, tier 2 pills typically affect Foundation Establishment realm cultivators, tier 3 pills work on Golden Core Formation realm cultivators, and so on. But it's still rare to see someone like Elder Peng, who's able to create something a tier higher than his own cultivation level."
Elder Duan paused as he remembered something. "What you did, using three low tier 1 arrays to affect Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Formation cultivators, is almost unheard of."
Feng Fan had already realized that Elder Duan had come here to recruit him as a disciple in the Array Dao. Deciding to take the initiative, he asked.
"Well, I still have a lot to learn about the Array Dao. Elder Duan, would you teach me?"
Elder Duan smiled, feeling that Feng Fan was truly a sensible young man.
"You are a promising talent. From today onward, I will be your master in the Array Dao."
Feng Fan cupped his hands and bowed slightly. "Disciple greets Master."
Elder Duan waved his hand, and Feng Fan immediately felt a powerful aura envelop him. He chose not to resist as the energy lifted both of them into the air.
In less than half a minute, they landed on another peak, in front of a house that was even larger than Xue Qiang and Huang Xue's quarters.
"This is where I live, on the Sixth Peak," Elder Duan said, gesturing to the area. "All of the White Crown Sect's array knowledge is concentrated here. From now on, you'll live close to me."
He pointed to another house nearby, about half the size of his own.
Feng Fan nodded, already liking his new home. He didn't even need to look inside to know it was far better than his previous one.
Feng Fan was eager to check out his new home, but Elder Duan had other plans.
"Let's go inside," Elder Duan said as he opened the door to his house and stepped in. Feng Fan followed closely behind.
To Feng Fan's surprise, the house wasn't luxurious but rather simple in design.
There was a couch and a small artificial pond, similar to the one in Huang Xue's quarters. A separate room held a double bed and another one a bathroom
In the center of the main room, a staircase led to the next floor.
Elder Duan walked straight to the stairs, with Feng Fan trailing behind.
The second floor was completely empty—a wide, open space with plain white walls and flooring.
"This is where we'll train your Array Dao," Elder Duan said, turning to Feng Fan. "For most people, that would be an impossible goal, but for you, it might even be too easy. I want you to become a tier 2 Array Master within a month. What do you think?"
Feng Fan smiled confidently. "Since you believe in me, I have no reason not to try."
Elder Duan nodded in approval. "Good!"
"Since you only know auxiliary arrays, how about we start with offensive ones? They can be incredibly useful in large-scale battles or for defending a specific area" Elder Duan suggested.
Feng Fan nodded in agreement. He had often thought about the lack of offensive arrays that could directly harm enemies.
When he rested or cultivated inside the pocket dimension, he could only rely on alarm arrays to warn him if anyone breached the perimeter.
However, once triggered, he still had to face the enemies himself. Offensive arrays would certainly fill that gap.
"Pay close attention," Elder Duan instructed.
Spiritual Qi surged into his hand as he moved it slowly through the air with precision.
The moment Elder Duan began, Feng Fan activated his spiritual Qi vision. With it, he could not only observe the movements of Elder Duan's hand but also see how he manipulated the spiritual Qi to alter the heavenly laws.
Elder Duan's strokes extended into both the air and the ground, intricately weaving an array that encompassed the area a few meters around him.
As the array took shape, Feng Fan felt a heavy, oppressive killing intent in the air. However, the moment Elder Duan finished, the killing intent vanished entirely.
"This is a peak tier 1 sword killing array," Elder Duan explained. "Of all the tier 1 arrays I know, this one boasts the highest attack power."
For the next month, Feng Fan set aside his cultivation to focus entirely on arrays, and his Array Dao soared like a rocket piercing the skies!
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A few hours after Feng Fan left with Elder Duan, a man with blond hair appeared in front of his door.
It was Gong Long, or rather, the Heavenly Demon Monarch, who possessed Gong Long's body.
He stood there, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Little bastard, I'm back for you," he muttered.
Raising his hand slowly, he made a subtle motion. Within moments, every array inside Feng Fan's room was dismantled. To him, these arrays were nothing more than child's play!
He opened the door and stepped inside, expecting to find Feng Fan.
"Hmph. Took me a while to find his room, but the little bastard isn't here... No matter. Sooner or later, he'll come back," he muttered.
Realizing Feng Fan wasn't home, the Heavenly Demon Monarch moved to a corner of the room and began constructing a simple array.
It was a tier 2 illusion array, powerful enough to conceal him from prying eyes. Once activated, he entered the array and stationed himself in the corner, waiting.
Hours turned into days, and days into weeks.
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He remained there, unmoving, waiting for Feng Fan to return.
By the end of a month, his patience had run dry. Fury consumed him, and his eyes burned red with rage.
"Where the hell is that bastard? Doesn't he ever come home? For making me wait this long, I'll tear your soul apart, piece by piece!"
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Inside a completely white room, Feng Fan stood focused, his hands moving with meticulous precision as he drew intricate symbols in the air.
His fingers glowed brightly, enveloped by high-density spiritual Qi as he worked.
In one corner of the room, Elder Duan observed with a look of appreciation.
'This kid…' he thought, impressed.
Feng Fan started by crafting a mid tier 2 illusion array, which enveloped the entire room in a veil of deception. Within this illusion array, he carefully placed a mid tier 2 sword killing array, layering its deadly potential.
Scattered across the room's floor were multiple smaller arrays—low tier 1 alarm arrays and peak tier 1 entangling arrays, all strategically positioned.
He created a combination array utilizing four different kinds of arrays in perfect harmony!
After thirty minutes, Feng Fan stopped his movements and turned to Elder Duan.
"Master, please offer your advice," he said humbly.
Elder Duan smiled, his eyes filled with pride. "I expected you to master a tier 2 array within a month, but this... a combination array involving four arrays, including two tier 2 arrays... This is beyond impressive!"
He couldn't help but reflect on his own past. When he was younger, his master had praised him as a genius for reaching the level of a tier 2 Array Master within three years of studying arrays.
Yet now, comparing himself to Feng Fan... there was no comparison.
'Comparing oneself to this monster is madness,' Elder Duan thought, shaking his head in disbelief.
Feng Fan, hearing Elder Duan's thoughts, smiled faintly.
"It's been a month since you started studying arrays with me. Your Qi cultivation has stagnated because of that," Elder Duan said. "Why don't you focus on improving it over the next few weeks? After all, Qi cultivation should still be your priority."
Feng Fan nodded in agreement. 'Yes, my realm is still stuck at the 7th Qi Gathering and Body Forging realms. I need to grow stronger before the young generation competition in nine months.'
"Thank you, Master," Feng Fan said sincerely.
Elder Duan nodded approvingly. "Once you break through to the Foundation Establishment realm, we can resume your array training. For now, this is more than enough progress."
With a respectful bow, Feng Fan left Elder Duan's house and headed toward his own.
This was actually the first time Feng Fan had been to his new house.
Even though it was right next to Elder Duan's, the elder had insisted that Feng Fan stay with him for the past month.
As a result, Feng Fan didn't have a proper night's sleep in weeks. Elder Duan's training was nothing short of a Spartan regime!
'Elder Duan may seem gentle, but he really knows how to push someone during training,' Feng Fan thought with a tired sigh.
Instead of cultivating, Feng Fan decided to get some much-needed rest first. He jumped onto his new bed and felt himself slowly sink into the soft mattress.
"Ahh, how I've missed sleeping on a real bed," Feng Fan said, a smile forming on his face. "Even though the futon was decent, nothing compares to this level of comfort."
Within seconds, Feng Fan had already fallen into a deep sleep, but it didn't last as long as he had hoped.
Less than three hours later, a series of knocks on his door jolted him awake.
"Ugh, seriously? Who is it?" Feng Fan muttered groggily as he stumbled toward the door, still half-asleep.
Feng Fan opened the door to find two men standing there, both smiling at him.
The first had long hair and a face that practically begged for a beating. The second was a gentle-looking man with short black hair. Both wore the robes of the White Crow Sect.
"Brother Tan, Brother Bai! Long time no see," Feng Fan said, shaking off his grogginess. "I didn't expect Brother Tan to join the sect before me. Truly, I'm glad to see you here."
Tan Wei was the first to speak.
"Brother Feng, I heard what happened with the Blue Dragon and Blue Wyvern Sects. Those bastards really had it coming!"
Feng Fan grinned. "Hehe. Did you also hear about what happened with your ex-fiancée?"
Tan Wei's expression shifted to confusion. "Huh? What do you mean?"
Feng Fan gave him a sly smile. "Let's just say I gave her a day she'll never forget."
Tan Wei looked puzzled, his expression full of doubt, but he decided not to press further.
Bai Tao, standing beside him, quickly changed the topic.
"Brother Feng, we came to thank you in person. Thanks to your help and the resources you shared, Tan Wei has made incredible progress! In just two months, he's already restored his cultivation to the 8th Qi Gathering realm!"
Feng Fan hadn't checked Tan Wei's cultivation beforehand, so the revelation caught him by surprise. Learning that Tan Wei had surpassed his own realm left him astonished.
'No wonder. This guy is a protagonist through and through!' Thought Feng Fan.
"Congratulations, Brother Tan! At this rate, I'm sure you'll qualify for the young generation competition in nine months!"
'Haha, what is a mere young generation competition in such a small place worth? With my guidance, Tan Wei, you are destined to soar through the immortal world!' Lai Hu's voice echoed confidently within Tan Wei's mind.
Tan Wei scratched the back of his head, looking a little embarrassed. "Thanks, Brother Feng. Actually, I'm planning to focus on the Alchemy Dao, so I might participate as an alchemist instead."
Feng Fan blinked in confusion. "Huh? Participate as an alchemist? Is that even possible?"
Bai Tao chuckled, finding Feng Fan's reaction amusing. Then he quickly remembered why Feng Fan might not know. After all, Feng Fan wasn't originally from this world.
"Actually, the young generation competition isn't just about fighting," Bai Tao explained. "There are four categories: Alchemy Dao, Beast-Taming Dao, Array Dao, and combat. Each one tests the participant's abilities in their respective fields."
Feng Fan's eyes lit up with realization. "Oh, I see! In that case, there's someone I'd like to introduce you to, Brother Tan."
"Who is it?" Tan Wei asked, his curiosity piqued. Experience more content on empire
Feng Fan smiled but didn't elaborate. "Let's head to the Fourth Peak. I've heard that's where the people practicing the Alchemy Dao gather."
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As Feng Fan, Tan Wei, and Bai Tao made their way toward the Fourth Peak, Feng Fan noticed something unexpected.
"Brother Bai, you've also reached the 8th Qi Gathering realm? How did you break through so quickly?" he asked, genuinely surprised.
He could understand Tan Wei's progress, after all, Tan Wei had an immortal alchemist assisting him, and he had already proven his talent by once reaching the Foundation Establishment realm.
But Bai Tao's rapid improvement was another story.
Bai Tao smirked, and for a moment, Feng Fan had to resist the urge to slap him.
'No wonder so many protagonists end up punching young masters. Faces like his really make you want to,' Feng Fan thought wryly.
"It's all thanks to Brother Wei," Bai Tao said smugly. "Brother Feng, you might not realize this, but Brother Wei's pills are extraordinary! He can create pills with 0% pill poison!"
Feng Fan raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Since you're not from here, you might not know," Bai Tao continued, "but most pills contain pill poison. The less pill poison a pill has, the better its efficacy. Not only can you consume more of them without side effects, but you also don't have to waste qi suppressing the poison."
Feng Fan nodded to himself. 'As expected of an immortal-tier alchemist. His skills have already surpassed the mortal realm.'
Before long, Feng Fan and his companions arrived at the Fourth Peak. After asking a random disciple for directions, they found Elder Peng's residence.
Standing in front of the door, Feng Fan didn't bother knocking. Instead, he shouted:
"I saw Elder Peng kissing another woman at Cloudveil City! I can't help but wonder what his wife would think about that."
Slap!
The sharp sound of a slap echoed through the air.
Tan Wei and Bai Tao froze, their jaws dropping.
'What is this guy doing?' they both thought, stunned by Feng Fan's audacity.
Muffled shouting erupted from inside the house. After a brief heated exchange, the voices subsided, and the door creaked open.
Elder Peng stepped out, his expression livid. A bright red handprint stood out on his cheek, evidence of the chaos Feng Fan had just unleashed.
His sharp eyes locked onto Feng Fan, his brows furrowing with fury. "Kid, you'd better have a good reason for this nonsense. Otherwise…"
Feng Fan chuckled. "Relax, Elder Peng. I've got a pleasant surprise for you! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
"Oh? And what might that be?" Elder Peng asked skeptically, clearly unconvinced.
"This guy right here!" Feng Fan declared, pointing at Tan Wei. "He's a genius in the Alchemy Dao, destined to surpass everyone! Please, test him however you see fit."
Tan Wei was stunned. 'Why wasn't I informed about this?'
Elder Peng glanced at Tan Wei with a scrutinizing gaze. "Lad, what tier of alchemy have you reached?"
Knowing Elder Peng's reputation as a powerful alchemist, Tan Wei responded with the utmost respect. He cupped his hands and bowed slightly before answering.
"Elder Peng, I am a tier 1 alchemist, capable of creating peak tier 1 pills."
Elder Peng nodded thoughtfully. "Not bad. At least you show proper respect, unlike this brat here," he said, casting a sharp look at Feng Fan, whose face bore an idiotic grin.
"Since you're already here, how about I test your skills?" Elder Peng continued, his tone calm but firm. "What do you say?"
Tan Wei nodded confidently. "I accept."
"Good. Follow me," Elder Peng said, motioning for them to enter.
The group stepped inside, and Feng Fan couldn't help but notice the similarities to Elder Duan's house. Like Duan's, Elder Peng's home also had a second floor.
The upper floor consisted of a single room, but it was packed with shelves brimming with jars of herbs and pills. The air was thick with the aroma of medicinal ingredients.
At the center of the room stood a massive cauldron, easily twice the size of the one Feng Fan had used for body cultivation when he first arrived on Red Pole.
"Feel free to use my cauldron if you wish, or place yours beside it and use that instead. Show me your best pill," Elder Peng said, gesturing toward the large cauldron at the center of the room.
Tan Wei nodded politely. "I didn't bring my own, so I'll use yours. Thank you."
Elder Peng raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised, but chose not to comment.
Most alchemists preferred to use their own cauldrons, ones they were familiar with. Every cauldron had unique characteristics, and adjusting to an unfamiliar one during a concoction often posed a significant challenge.
'Since he dared to use mine so casually, he must be quite confident in his skills,' thought Elder Peng, observing Tan Wei.
"I'll create a peak tier 1 qi gathering pill," Tan Wei declared confidently.
Without wasting time, he quickly gathered the required ingredients, arranged them neatly beside him, and filled the cauldron with water.
Since he didn't have a special fire, he relied on a normal flame for the process, which was common for most pills up to the third tier. Once the water reached the right temperature, just below boiling, he began adding the herbs one by one.
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Tan Wei skillfully stirred and manipulated the mixture to extract its medicinal essence before adding the next ingredient. The process was meticulous and deliberate.
Feng Fan, however, found the entire scene painfully dull. Closing his eyes, he began cultivating to pass the time.
'Why do so many protagonists bother learning alchemy? This is so damn boring,' he thought, trying to distract himself from the slow, methodical process Tan Wei was undertaking.
After what felt like an eternity to Feng Fan, Tan Wei finally finished.
Contrary to Feng Fan's expectations, there was no noticeable medicinal aroma coming from the pills. However, the expression on Elder Peng's face, along with his trembling hands, told a different story.
These pills were anything but ordinary.
"Impossible!" Elder Peng exclaimed, his face lighting up with excitement. "There's no pill poison in these pills, and you didn't waste a single bit of medicinal essence from the herbs… Who would have thought a tier 1 alchemist could create such a perfect pill!"
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'Hmph, if I couldn't guide a disciple to create a pill like this, I'd truly be unworthy of my title as the Alchemist God!' Lai Hu scoffed in Tan Wei's mind.
Feng Fan noticed Elder Peng's excitement and grinned. "Didn't I tell you he was a genius in the Alchemy Dao? For discovering such talent, don't I deserve a reward, Elder Peng?"
Naturally, Elder Peng ignored Feng Fan entirely, his attention solely fixed on Tan Wei.
"Lad, do you want to be my disciple? I promise to teach you everything I know!" Elder Peng said earnestly.
Tan Wei hesitated, looking slightly embarrassed.
He wasn't sure how to reject the offer. While Elder Peng was undoubtedly a skilled alchemist, how could he compare to Lai Hu, the Alchemist God of the immortal world?
Even if Lai Hu wasn't necessarily a better alchemist than Elder Peng, how could Tan Wei simply accept another master?
Once a master, always a father!
Elder Peng noticed Tan Wei's conflicted expression and quickly realized the issue. "Ah, I see. You must already have a master, as expected of someone with your talent. But that doesn't matter! Join my peak to hone your alchemy skills. I'm sure you'll become the best alchemist in the White Crow Sect."
Elder Peng's smile was tinged with regret. 'Such a remarkable talent, and I can't even take him as my disciple. What a pity.'
After hearing Elder Peng's words, Tan Wei's expression softened.
"Thank you, Elder Peng. I promise I won't let you down! In the young generation competition nine months from now, I'll secure the prize for the White Crow Sect!"
Since both Feng Fan and Bai Tao had shown him kindness and the sect had treated him well, Tan Wei felt a deep sense of goodwill toward the White Crow Sect and genuinely wanted to contribute to its success.
'Not bad,' thought Feng Fan, a satisfied smile on his face. 'This protagonist knows how to repay kindness.'
"Good! Good!" said Elder Peng, his joy evident. He handed the qi gathering pills back to Tan Wei before continuing.
"I'll arrange a residence for you near my home. You can come back tomorrow to start your training."
Tan Wei nodded, carefully gathering the pills and placing them inside a jar. Then, he turned toward Feng Fan and stepped closer.
"Brother Feng, this is for you. I'll never forget the help you've given me!"
Feng Fan smiled as he accepted the jar, quickly storing it in his space ring.
'Friendship with a protagonist is truly priceless! I'll make sure this future alchemist god works his butt off for me,' he thought with a harmless smile.
Although Feng Fan was pleased with the pills, they were a gift from Tan Wei and had nothing to do with what he expected Elder Peng to give him.
"Elder Peng, shouldn't you also give me something? After all, I'm the one who found this alchemy genius for you," Feng Fan said with a cheeky grin.
Elder Peng furrowed his brows in irritation. "Kid, the herbs used for these pills were mine. What else do you want?"
Feng Fan smirked. "Elder Peng, do you really think an alchemy genius like Tan Wei is worth so little?"
Tan Wei and Bai Tao chuckled. 'This guy is truly shameless,' they thought.
Elder Peng rolled his eyes before tossing him five middle-grade qi stones.
Feng Fan caught them eagerly, slipping them into his space ring, but he still complained.
"Elder Peng…"
Anticipating more whining, Elder Peng shot him a sharp glare.
"Lad, a single middle-grade qi stone is worth ten thousand low-grade qi stones. Are you seriously about to tell me this isn't enough?"
Feng Fan's eyes widened in shock. "That much?!"
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This was the first time he'd learned the true value of middle-grade Qi stones.
'Although they don't hold ten thousand times the spiritual qi of low-grade qi stones, the energy inside them is much purer, so I suppose it makes sense,' he thought.
What amazed Feng Fan even more was the fact that Elder Jiang had paid a hundred middle-grade qi stones for his entry into the pocket dimension.
'That's a million low-grade qi stones! A million! How is it that Elder Jiang, who isn't even an alchemist, is so generous, while Elder Peng, who should be swimming in wealth as an alchemist, is this stingy?' he thought.
Feng Fan quickly masked his surprise with a smile. "What I meant to say was, thank you, Elder Peng. You are truly a generous elder."
"Hmph. Anyone who believes that is a fool. Now leave, I have much to prepare," Elder Peng retorted, waving him off dismissively.
With no reason to stay, Feng Fan left with Tan Wei and Bai Tao.
As they walked, Feng Fan was considering heading back to cultivate, but before he could excuse himself, Bai Tao interrupted his thoughts.
"Why don't we grab a drink? It's been a while since we reunited, and as brothers, we should celebrate our time together in the White Crow Sect!"
Feng Fan raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "A drink? Where are we supposed to find alcohol in the sect?"
Bai Tao grinned, clearly anticipating the question. "Let's head to the Seventh Peak. It's like a massive marketplace inside the sect. There are all kinds of establishments run by elders and disciples. They pay a monthly tax to the sect, and in return, the sect allows them to operate freely."
Feng Fan's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Wow, I had no idea! Damn, I should check it out and find a place to sell off some of my useless stuff. I've got a ton of random trinkets and weapons those disciples in the pocket dimension gave me as a present."
Tan Wei and Bai Tao exchanged a skeptical glance.
'Gave you? Sure... like we'd believe that!'
Bai Tao cleared his throat and repeated, "So, what do you say, Brother Feng, Brother Wei? How about we grab a drink?"
Tan Wei quickly nodded, while Feng Fan saw no reason to refuse.
"Sounds good," he said.
'I'll use this opportunity to sell off all those gifts my friends from the other sects gave me,' he thought.
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They made their way toward the Seventh Peak and arrived quickly.
The area resembled a lively market on Earth, bustling with activity.
Stalls and shops were everywhere. Stall owners shouted out their products and tried to attract customers with large posters, while the shops were quieter, typically displaying a poster highlighting some interesting items.
"Follow me, I know a great place to drink!" Bai Tao said, leading the way toward the peak's summit.
Soon, Feng Fan found himself standing in front of a two-story bar. The entrance, large enough for an ogre to pass through, was adorned with a sign reading 'Drunk Immortal.'
'Can immortals even get drunk?' Feng Fan wondered as he glanced at the sign.
Before they entered, Feng Fan turned to Bai Tao.
"Why are you so familiar with this place? What have you been doing instead of cultivating?"
Bai Tao coughed but didn't answer the question.
"Let's go, let's go," he said, heading inside.
Feng Fan and Tan Wei smiled and followed him.
Inside, many disciples were seated at wooden tables and chairs. The atmosphere was lively, with many clearly intoxicated.
What caught Feng Fan's attention was that all the waiters were handsome young men.
'Ah, now I understand why Bai Tao likes this place... The wine probably isn't the main reason,' he thought, giving Bai Tao a strange look.
Bai Tao quickly spoke with a waiter he seemed familiar with and asked for a table.
"Brother Liao, I brought my friends today. We need a table for three, and make sure to bring your best wine!"
The waiter, Brother Liao, dressed in menial disciple robes with an apron tied around his waist, smiled warmly and said, "Brother Bai, rest assured. The best is always saved for you!"
Bai Tao's smile widened as he gave Brother Liao a few friendly taps on the shoulder. "You're truly a good brother!"
They quickly settled at a corner table with a window beside them.
"Brother Bai, it's fine to come here once in a while, but don't make this a monthly habit. You'd better focus on cultivating, or I might have a nice chat with your dad," said Tan Wei, attempting to sound threatening.
At the mention of his father, Bai Tao's face paled.
"H-Hey, don't joke around. Of course, cultivating is my main priority. No need to worry!" he said, stammering nervously.
Feng Fan and Tan Wei burst into laughter at his reaction. As they enjoyed their friendly chat, the wine soon arrived.
Feng Fan didn't use to drink back on Earth, but the moment he took a sip and let the wine linger on his tongue, he knew Bai Tao hadn't exaggerated.
"Wow, this wine is amazing!" exclaimed Feng Fan.
Bai Tao's grin widened as he took a sip of his own. "I told you, didn't I?"
Even with his strong body, Feng Fan could feel the wine taking effect on him.
'I wonder what they use here. This definitely isn't ordinary alcohol,' he thought.
Minutes passed as they enjoyed their drinks until three menacing-looking individuals entered the bar.
Leading the group was a man with a sword scar running diagonally across his face and a strong build. His aura revealed he was at the 1st Foundation Establishment realm.
The scarred man strode confidently to a table where two men were seated, happily chatting before his arrival. His two companions followed closely behind him, radiating the same air of intimidation.
The scarred man fixed his gaze on the two seated men, who immediately froze, fear written all over their faces.
"You're sitting at my table," he said, his tone sharp and commanding. But the moment he spoke, his high-pitched voice, reminiscent of a young girl's, surprised Feng Fan.
"S-Sorry, Brother Xiao. W-We're leaving," one of the men stammered.
As they stood to leave, one of them reached for the wine on the table, but Brother Xiao slammed his hand down, stopping him.
"Leave the wine," he said coldly, "and five low-grade qi stones as payment for using my table."
Without a word of protest, the two men set the wine and qi stones down, then quickly hurried away, their heads bowed.
Many people watched the scene unfold with grim expressions, but no one dared to intervene.
"That man is Xiao Xiaobo," Bai Tao whispered, his voice laced with caution. "He's one of Mao Wencheng's men. Mao Wencheng is among the strongest Foundation Establishment cultivators in the White Crow Sect. It's best not to get involved with him."
Bai Tao's warning was clear, but contrary to his hopes, Feng Fan had other plans.
Trouble was exactly what Feng Fan was looking for.
'Don't I need to increase my cultivation? Since this guy is asking for it, I might as well help him out.'
The moment Xiao Xiaobo and his lackeys settled at the table, Feng Fan burst into loud laughter, his voice cutting through the tense silence like a blade.
"Hahaha! Look at this guy! He looks so manly, but his voice sounds like a little girl! What a ridiculous voice!" Feng Fan exclaimed, his words echoing across the bar.
Bai Tao and Tan Wei's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in disbelief.
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Xiao Xiaobo, who had just taken his seat, shot up from his chair, his face twisting in anger.
"What did you just say?!" he growled, his glare sharp enough to pierce through steel.
Xiao Xiaobo's voice was his reverse scale, any mention of it instantly turned someone into his mortal enemy.
He took slow steps toward Feng Fan, his eyes blazing with fury. "Do you dare to repeat yourself?"
Feng Fan stood up calmly, meeting Xiao Xiaobo's hostile gaze with a smirk.
"Since you asked so nicely, why wouldn't I dare?" Feng Fan replied, his tone dripping with mockery. "I said your voice is ridiculous!"
The instant Feng Fan repeated his words, Xiao Xiaobo moved in a blur, closing the distance in a heartbeat and delivering a merciless punch straight to Feng Fan's chest!
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Feng Fan felt an intense surge of spiritual qi crashing against his chest, but he had already begun circulating his cultivation technique before Xiao Xiaobo's punch landed.
A brief moment of sharp pain radiated through his chest, followed by a soothing warmth as his technique absorbed the rampaging qi within his body.
He could sense both his physical strength and qi cultivation improving slightly from the influx of energy.
The sheer force of Xiao Xiaobo's punch sent Feng Fan flying several meters from where he stood. His body slammed into the window, shattering the glass, before rolling a few more meters outside the bar and finally coming to a stop.
Tan Wei and Bai Tao shot to their feet, their eyes narrowing as they glared at Xiao Xiaobo. Explore stories at empire
Even though Feng Fan had a knack for stirring up trouble, he was still their brother—and loyalty demanded they stand by his side.
But before they could act, Feng Fan was already on his feet, brushing himself off as if nothing had happened. A wide grin spread across his face as he fixed his gaze on Xiao Xiaobo.
"Hahaha! Is that all you've got? Not only do you sound like a little girl, but you punch like one too!"
The entire bar fell silent, eyes widening in disbelief.
A Qi Gathering realm cultivator had just taken a full-force punch from a Foundation Establishment cultivator and stood there mocking him as if it were nothing.
Even though Xiao Xiaobo hadn't used a technique and had only relied on raw qi, the impact of his punch should have been enough to incapacitate Feng Fan for days, if not weeks.
Yet there he was, laughing in his face like it was a mere tickle.
"You… You're asking for it!" Xiao Xiaobo growled, his face dark with anger as he leaped through the broken window to confront Feng Fan directly.
Hearing his words, Feng Fan's smile widened. 'I'm indeed asking for it. Come!'
The moment the two were outside, half the bar patrons rushed after them, eager to witness the unfolding showdown.
In any world, a fight and gossip were irresistible to a crowd. Add in the effects of alcohol, and it was no surprise that the onlookers were practically tripping over themselves to get a better view.
Tan Wei and Bai Tao were among the first to reach the scene, ready to intervene at a moment's notice.
'I'm going to smash his head!' Xiao Xiaobo fumed internally as he launched himself forward, his legs propelling him with explosive force.
His right arm, brimming with spiritual qi, surged toward Feng Fan's head like a hammer.
But Feng Fan, who had already heard Xiao Xiaobo's thoughts, raised both arms to shield himself before the attack even landed.
The devastating punch slammed into Feng Fan's forearms, sending a torrent of spiritual qi crashing into his body.
This time, however, Feng Fan held his ground better. While he was forced to take four steps back, he wasn't sent flying as before.
A familiar sensation washed over him as his cultivation advanced slightly.
'Not bad, really not bad. This is even faster than cultivating with low-grade qi stones!' he thought, his lips curling into a grin.
"It's a little better, but still too weak!" Feng Fan taunted, a confident smirk playing on his lips.
"Hmph! Let's see how you handle this, you arrogant prick!" Xiao Xiaobo roared, his eyes burning with fury.
"Divine Bull Punch!" he shouted, surging forward with explosive momentum.
Behind him, a massive illusory bull materialized, its powerful form mirroring his movements. The air around him rippled with spiritual qi as he advanced.
The punch was aimed directly at Feng Fan's abdomen.
Despite his anger, Xiao Xiaobo wasn't completely reckless. He knew the sect's rules. Killing a disciple in front of so many witnesses would undoubtedly lead to his expulsion, if not worse.
While fighting was allowed within the sect, crippling or killing another disciple was a serious offense, punishable by expulsion and the destruction of one's cultivation foundation.
Xiao Xiaobo intended to teach Feng Fan a lesson, not risk his future.
Feng Fan channeled spiritual qi into his fist and countered, aiming directly at Xiao Xiaobo's incoming punch.
The moment their fists collided, a shockwave rippled through the air, and blood erupted from Feng Fan's arm
The crowd gasped, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.
"This kid's insane! Using his bare arm to counter a full-powered punch from a Foundation Establishment cultivator? He must have a death wish!" someone exclaimed.
Feng Fan's arm was in a devastating state. Blood vessels ruptured, and multiple bones were dislocated from the force of the impact.
The momentum from Xiao Xiaobo's attack didn't stop there.
Feng Fan was launched backward, skidding across the ground and stopping just short of colliding with the onlookers.
He stood there for a moment with his arm battered and bloodied, but contrary to the crowd's expectations, his face radiated pure happiness!
For a few seconds, Feng Fan remained still, circulating his cultivation technique with wild intensity to heal his mangled arm. The rampaging qi within it was quickly absorbed and redirected, fueling his cultivation's steady improvement.
Using his uninjured arm, he began to reset the dislocated bones in his broken right arm slowly. Instead of feeling pain, a soothing sensation spread throughout his body.
As his ruptured blood vessels sealed themselves, aided by his remarkable regenerative abilities and cultivation technique, the crowd could hardly believe their eyes.
Xiao Xiaobo and the onlookers watched in stunned silence, their disbelief turning into horror.
What unnerved them most wasn't his resilience.
It was the eerie smile plastered across his face the entire time.
"This guy's insane!" someone murmured.
"He has to be a masochist!" another whispered, trembling.
Feng Fan flexed his partially healed arm as if testing its strength. He turned his gaze back to Xiao Xiaobo, his smile widening.
"Are you done already? That barely tickled!" he taunted, his voice dripping with challenge. "Come on, hit me harder!"
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC78 Who The Hell Is Gong Long?!
Xiao Xiaobo's expression hardened.
Even if Feng Fan was nothing more than a punching bag, failing to handle a mere Qi Gathering realm cultivator would make him a laughingstock.
The reputation he had painstakingly built within the sect would collapse, and he would no longer be respected.
"I'll make sure you bow today!" Xiao Xiaobo declared, his voice filled with fury.
"Try me," Feng Fan replied, a confident smile tugging at his lips.
Xiao Xiaobo surged forward, closing the distance in an instant. Both his fists radiated spiritual qi, brimming with destructive force as he unleashed his next attack.
"Divine Bull Barrage Punches!" he roared.
Each punch carried the power of a shockwave, sending ripples of spiritual qi through Feng Fan's body with every impact. Feng Fan raised his arms in an attempt to block and lessen the damage, but several blows slipped past his defenses, striking his torso, abdomen, and shoulders.
Bruises began to spread across his body like blooming flowers, yet Feng Fan remained unfazed. His grin only widened as he focused on circulating his cultivation technique.
He didn't feel pain, only joy!
'Yes! Just a little more! Don't stop!' Feng Fan shouted in his mind, feeling his cultivation realm steadily climbing with every hit.
The crowd watched in awe as Xiao Xiaobo rained blow after blow upon Feng Fan. Despite the relentless assault, Feng Fan's smile remained unwavering, etched firmly across his face.
"This guy must be insane," someone murmured, disbelief rippling through the onlookers.
Minutes ticked by, and the ferocity of Xiao Xiaobo's punches began to wane. Even with his Foundation Establishment cultivation, his spiritual qi reserves were not endless.
His breaths grew heavier, and his strikes lost their once-brutal force. Still, he kept punching, his determination overriding his exhaustion.
Unfortunately, his dantian reserves were nearly depleted, and his movements slowed further.
Finally, unable to summon even a sliver of spiritual qi, Xiao Xiaobo stopped, his chest heaving as he glared at Feng Fan. To his disbelief, Feng Fan was still standing—and still smiling.
"Fucking hell... Do you have a screw loose?" Xiao Xiaobo asked, his voice filled with exasperation and disbelief.
He began to step back slowly, creating distance between himself and Feng Fan.
Feng Fan's grin only widened.
He couldn't have been happier. When the fight began, he had been only at the initial stage of the 7th Qi Gathering and Body Forging realms. Now, he was on the verge of breaking through to the 8th stage.
How could he not be happy?
"Are you done?" Feng Fan asked, stepping forward.
Xiao Xiaobo's eyes widened in disbelief. 'He's still moving... and he wants to fight?!'
"If you're finished... then it's my turn," Feng Fan declared, a grin spreading across his face.
Even if he enjoyed taking hits to strengthen himself, he couldn't leave a debt unpaid, especially with so many witnesses. Letting Xiao Xiaobo walk away without a reward would make him look ungrateful, and that wouldn't do.
Without resorting to any fancy techniques, Feng Fan channeled spiritual qi into his right fist and drove it forward with all his strength.
Xiao Xiaobo instinctively raised his arms to block, but his body was too sluggish from exhaustion to respond properly.
Feng Fan's punch connected squarely with Xiao Xiaobo's nose, sending him crashing to the ground. Blood poured from his now-broken nose as he lay stunned.
The crowd stared in shock.
"A Qi Gathering realm cultivator just took down a Foundation Establishment disciple… by exhausting him?"
"Is this some kind of punchbag strategy? Tire out your enemy by letting them hit you?"
"Then let me take a shot at you and see if you can handle it like he did."
The more Tan Wei and Bai Tao learned about Feng Fan, the more impressed they became!
Yet, they couldn't wrap their heads around one thing: why had Feng Fan deliberately provoked Xiao Xiaobo? There was nothing to gain.
Even though he technically won the fight, he was still badly beaten.
Meanwhile, Xiao Xiaobo's two companions, both at the 9th Qi Gathering realm, looked at Feng Fan with fear. If Xiao Xiaobo couldn't handle him, what chance did they stand?
Without a word, they grabbed Xiao Xiaobo by the arms and began dragging him away, eager to distance themselves from the madman.
But before they could fully retreat, Xiao Xiaobo glared at Feng Fan with burning resentment and growled, "What's your name? If you're a man, leave your name behind!" Enjoy more content from empire
Feng Fan's expression turned serious.
"Hmph. I'm not afraid to tell you. My name is Gong Long! That's right, if you've got a problem, come find me, Gong Long! I'll take your challenge anytime, anywhere!"
Bai Tao and Tan Wei nearly choked on their own saliva.
'Who the hell is Gong Long?!'
Xiao Xiaobo's face twisted with fury. "Good! Gong Long, mark my words, Mao Wencheng won't let this slide!" he shouted before storming off with his friends, vanishing from sight.
'Heh, what an idiot third-rate villain. Who in their right mind gives clues to track them down?' Feng Fan thought with amusement.
With the battle over, the crowd began to disperse. Many returned to the bar, eager to pick up their drinks where they left off.
Now, they had the perfect excuse to drink even more—after all, nothing pairs better with alcohol than some juicy gossip!
Tan Wei and Bai Tao approached Feng Fan cautiously.
"Brother Feng," Bai Tao asked hesitantly, "aren't you worried Mao Wencheng will come after you for this?"
Feng Fan chuckled, his expression relaxed. "The one thing I fear the least is trouble. What terrifies me more is not having enough of it!"
Tan Wei and Bai Tao exchanged confused glances. His words made no sense. Why would anyone want trouble, let alone fear its absence?
Feng Fan didn't bother to explain. Instead, he stretched his aching body and decided it was time to head home and train. He could feel the next breakthrough was just within reach—so close he could taste it.
'Foundation Establishment, Bone Forging… I'm coming for you!' he thought, his excitement bubbling over as he walked away, completely forgetting about selling the trinkets he was supposed to.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC79 You're The So-Called Gong Long?
Feng Fan sat cross-legged in the center of an artificial pond inside his room.
Around the edges of the pond, numerous low-grade qi stones glimmered faintly, their spiritual energy gradually being drained. The qi-gathering array surrounding the pond amplified the process, channeling the energy into Feng Fan as he absorbed it steadily.
For the next two weeks, Feng Fan devoted himself entirely to cultivation. His meridians awakened steadily, and the density of his muscles grew stronger with each passing day.
With every hour of intense focus, it felt as if he was transforming into an entirely new person.
At the end of two weeks, Feng Fan's eyes snapped open.
"Peak of the Qi Gathering and Body Forging realms!" he exclaimed, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Just one more step, and I'll break through to the Foundation Establishment and Bone Forging realms."
He channeled his energy through his body, completing a full circulation of qi within his 144 meridians. His muscles flexed as he tested their strength, feeling the raw power coursing through him.
"If I were to face Xiao Xiaobo now, I wouldn't need to play the punching bag to beat the crap out of him," he muttered with a confident grin.
"I think it's time to visit the Fifth Peak again," Feng Fan mused to himself. "I want to test my strength against Foundation Establishment cultivators and see if my current cultivation is enough to handle them."
He recalled the Fifth Peak, a bustling place where training duels and wagers were common.
The last time he had been there was before stepping onto the cultivation path, when he fought against 1st Qi Gathering realm disciples to remodel his body.
Since then, he hasn't returned.
"Maybe I can make some money too," he thought with a grin. "Cultivation resources are never enough, after all. Last time, I didn't have a single penny to bet, but now I've got plenty. I doubt most Qi Gathering realm cultivators have more than me."
With his decision made, Feng Fan left his house and headed toward the Fifth Peak, eager to test his strength and strike it rich.
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As Feng Fan immersed himself in the joy of cultivating and feeling his strength steadily grow, someone else was having a much less pleasant time.
"So, you're the so-called Gong Long who dared to cross my men?"
A man with a scholarly demeanor and long, flowing hair stared menacingly at Gong Long, or rather, the Heavenly Demon Monarch, who had taken possession of Gong Long's body.
The Heavenly Demon Monarch shot him a cold glare.
"Who the hell are you? I don't know what you're talking about. Get lost!"
Even though the Heavenly Demon Monarch could currently summon only the power of a third-level Foundation Establishment cultivator, far from being a match for the peak-level opponent before him, his pride as a monarch was unshakable.
Bowing to anyone was simply not an option.
Mao Wencheng's expression darkened. "Hmph. My name is Mao Wencheng! You attacked my man, so now I'm going to beat the hell out of you!"
With that declaration, Mao Wencheng launched himself forward.
Spiritual qi surged into his legs as he executed a powerful front kick aimed directly at the Heavenly Demon Monarch's abdomen.
The Heavenly Demon Monarch channeled spiritual qi into his arms to block the attack, but his current cultivation level was too weak to withstand it fully.
Adding to his disadvantage, he hadn't yet been able to cultivate his heaven-defying techniques, as he lacked full control over the body he possessed.
The possession technique he used required roughly a year to extinguish the original owner's soul completely. Until then, the body wasn't entirely his to command.
Mao Wencheng's powerful kick shattered the Heavenly Demon Monarch's defenses, sending him flying several meters before his back slammed into the wall of a nearby house.
A crowd of disciples quickly gathered around, eager to witness the spectacle.
While Gong Long wasn't well-known, Mao Wencheng certainly was.
His reputation as a vengeful and unforgiving individual made him someone no one wanted to provoke.
Though Mao Wencheng wouldn't kill Gong Long, most spectators were convinced he was about to leave him bedridden for days.
The Heavenly Demon Monarch, his eyes shut tight in pain, slowly opened them, revealing a burning fury.
"Damn it! I've been beaten for many reasons in my life, but getting attacked for something I didn't do? That's a first!"
Mao Wencheng didn't give him a moment to recover, swiftly closing the distance and raining down merciless punches.
"This is a lesson for you! No matter what my people did, it's not your place to punish them!" he shouted, each punch landing with brutal force.
The Heavenly Demon Monarch endured blow after blow to the head.
Soon, his face was swollen and disfigured, more resembling a beaten pig than a human. Blood streamed from his mouth and nose, pooling on the ground as he lay motionless.
"Hmph. Let this be a warning. Next time, I'll beat you even worse, Gong Long!" Mao Wencheng spat, turning on his heel and walking away without a second glance.
'Mao Wencheng, is it? Just wait, you bastard. I'll pay you back for this humiliation!' the Heavenly Demon Monarch vowed silently, his rage simmering beneath the surface.
"I wonder what that poor guy did to provoke Mao Wencheng. Doesn't he know better than to mess with someone like him?" one onlooker muttered.
"Heh, that's his problem. Let's go," another replied with a shrug.
Left on the ground, battered and humiliated, the Heavenly Demon Monarch almost shed tears of frustration.
He had endured countless beatings in his lifetime, but being pummeled for something he didn't even do nor knew about was new and infuriating.
The crowd, seeing the spectacle come to an end, quickly dispersed. No one spared Gong Long a second look, his well-being seemingly of no concern.
Though his injuries were severe, they weren't life-threatening. After all, he was a cultivator, and such wounds, while painful, wouldn't kill him.
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